From:  Chris Hoke <mineralrock@yahoo.com>
Subject:  day 3, michigan-canada 
Date:  Wed, 11 Oct 2000


today is wednesday october, or rather, !rocktober!
eleventh.  the time is approx 11 pm.
we're bounding.  we've bounded to sault ste. marie, in
canada.  eh, canada.
nice people these canadiens, ready to help and what
not.  my chief concern for tomorrow, would be tobacco.
I have 2 camel filters left, and that's just way past
my comfort level.  and dad, who smokes half of my
fags, well, he's not going to be accomodating.
he owes me a pack, and he's gonna try and prevent me
from getting my tabac. not acceptable.  oh, i should
add wes to this email thingy.  rojw@kenyon.edu.
so, last night we arrived at the Grand Hotel, at
scenic, historic, wonderfull Mackinac (pronounced
mackinaW) Island. it was great.  first of all, i
passed out on the bed, so tired, and dad was doing
computer stuff.  that's what dads do. or something.
so he woke me up and we shuffled down to dinner, and
it was great.  lets see, i had an onion tart,
minestrone soup, some kind of salad with a white
creamy dressing, and pork medalions in a peanut sauce.
yum.  and then i had chocolate mousse, some kind of
vanilla ice cream rolled in pecans, and this bread
pudding with apples and such. i'll just say it was
first class, and all that.  i thought about becoming
a cook, cause food is so good.
love it.
we were "assed out", totally wasted with fatigue and
great food, so we crashed.  that reminds me.
our hotel room was the vanderbilt suite.  now, i don't
know who the hell the vanderbilts are, or what they
did to deserve their own room, but it must have had
something to do with cold hard cash. yup.  here's a
few key phrases: "ostentatious" "over the top"
"outrageous" and so on. yeah, and we didnt' even ask
for anything, they just said, "here you go!" normal
charge and all.  not that any of this was cheap, but,
you get the drift.

now, onto today.  getting out of bed....difficult!
always difficult. i'm a damn creature of the night,
and even the prospect of poached eggs and a short
stack with blueberries just doesnt' have the zest it
once did. suffice to say, i did what i was told.  but
it was not without great disdain.  anywho, we went for
a 45 min walk as soon as our bodies allowed it, all
around this beautiful island.
it's huge.  2 miles by 3 miles, but in the shape of a
turtle.  and no cars allowed, only bikes and horse
drawn carriges. the only bummer was the smell.
so we walked a while, saw some cool houses, some nice
views, and what not.  oh, and here's something we
figured out when we got on the island:
in order to work on the island, you must leave your
brain on the mainland.  we had people who just stopped
trying years ago, didn't smile or anything, or were
just plain discourteous. nothing ruins a good mood
like running into a curmudgeon.  but enough.
man, i'm getting tired of writing, but i shall press
on.
so we walked, then got back and ate some breky, good
stuff, highlighted by virginia style gravy and what
not.  you know, i think of nick reading this and just
going "ugggh" and nodding his silly vegan head.
i'm almsot discouraged to write about food, but, fuck,
we love it.  so, nick, maybe when i go to school i'll
to the veggie thing, but, man, it's not gonna happen.
not while my dad is still shelling it out for the
truly great food. anyway, yeah, food was good, then
shower, then a horse drawn tour of the island.  and
nick, just so you know, peta will not be complaining
to anyone about the way these horses are treated.
trust me. why the fuck am i appologizing about this?
god.  sometimes i don't understand myself.
allright.
so food was good. shower, horse drawn tour, yada yada
yada.  saw some cool views, some cool rocks, relaxed,
had a double espresso, etc.  yeah. then, we played a
round of golf.  lost a buck to my dad, but what're ya
gonna do?? got back to the hotel, had a great burger,
got on the ferry and got back.  i'll just say this.
on the way from the hotel to the ferry, my dad and i
had an interesting conversation about the family.
well, my family.  it was really...intrieging to hear
his opinions.  i was hanging on every word. i'll just
say, that i think it's a miracle my sister and i are
sane, b/c our family is FUCKED UP.
yeah.
allright, now it's eleven thirty and i'm tired, so i'm
gonna rush through the rest of this. we got back, got
in the bounder, fired it up, and headed north till we
hit sault ste. marie in canada. it's pronounced "sioux"
or "soo" and i think there's a band by that name. now,
we're parked in the KOA Kampground (i hate that...do
people think it's cute? it's not) in sault ste. marie,
we just watched "get shorty" and i'm about to have one
of my last fags, and then beddy bye.

would you like to reach the real, live chris hoke?  he
may be coming to a town near you!!
by phone, ***/***/****. it's usually on, but sometimes
not.
by email, mineralrock@yahoo.com  failsafe, but dont'
expect an immediate reply.
by snail mail:
Chris Hoke
12700 lake ave
Lakewood, OH apt 2605
	44107

i won't recieve it till november 1 at the EARLIEST.
"who knows where we're going, i don't, and that's
allright
 we're bounding for glory, heading west towards the
light"

hey, rocktober 24, it's a day to remember.

chris hoke, near sault ste. marie, canada